No man is an island,

entire of itself;

every man is a piece of the continent,

a part of the main;

if a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less,

as well as if a promontory were,

as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were:

any man's death diminishes me,

because I am involved in mankind,

and therefore,

never send to know for whom the bell tolls;

it tolls for thee.

So I will cherish my life.